UNITED COLORS OF THE NIGHT: Falling petals, light food for poppies

DROPS OF DARKNESS – Akiko Yosano: From cherry blossoms fall. So, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky. EMBRACING EACH OTHER AT NIGHT – M. de Unamuno: Open your arms to the night, which is black, and very beautiful. The sun of life has it looked, with its eyes of fire. The sun made the black night, and …

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LANGUAGES – Poetry by Bei Dao

LANGUAGES Many languages are spoken, now, in this world. Soaring words, meet, meet, collide, they create sparks, sometimes hate, sometimes love. Higher the rise of rationality, but without sinking voice, with thoughts fragile and lightweight, bamboo tablets. A woven basket filled with blind poisonous mushrooms, those beasts painted on the rock we trample flowers galoppandoci above, but a head secret …

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WHEN MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Pain in my heart, by Otis Redding

PAIN IN MY HEART Pain in my heart, she’s treating me cold, where can my baby be Lord no one knows. Pain in my heart just won’t let me sleep, where can my baby be, Lord where can she be. Another day, as again it is though, I want you to come back, come back, come back, baby, ’till I …

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BETWEEN ISLANDS AND ATOLL – The island of Madascar sailing

From April to November, we are in for a wonderful opportunity to travel (my old emotion), that are here, now, to tell you. I started from the island of Perfumes – near the coast of Madagascar – after a welcome drink, with the direction the archipelago of Mitsio (small islands and atolls, 30 miles north). The larger of those little …

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Franco Battiato, “The Season of Love”

THE SEASON OF LOVE The season of love comes and goes, desires do not age almost never with age. If I think about how I misspent my time, that will not return, will not return. The season of love comes and goes, suddenly without realizing, the live, will surprise you. We have had occasions, losing them; not rimpiangerle not rimpiangerle …

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WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Franco Battiato, “The Cure”

THE CURE I will protect you from the fears of hypochondria from disturbances that will meet today for your street. Injustices and deceptions of your time, from the failures that your nature will attract. I will relieve you from pain and your mood swings, the obsessions of your delusions. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. …

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UNDER A SKY HIGH AND WITHOUT CLOUDS: Journey in the Aeolian Islands, Italy

The distance, the distance from everything, this is what you “feel” inside you, coming where – in spring and autumn – they stop herons and red herons, pelicans and flamingos, ducks, cranes and wild geese. Under that sky high and cloudless, seven volcanic islands retain clear waters and prehistoric remains, in a landscape overlooking the sea, covered with Mediterranean vegetation, …

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